Blackmail colored with blood.......... not the best story I've written
A dark alleyway was waiting quietly in the evening mist for a visitor.
He came early. It was a tall man in a long coat and a hat. His arm was ready above a gun on his belt.
He knocked on a steel door at the end of the alleyway. A steel slide-window opened on the door and another mans eyes looked through.
"What do you want?!" said the man behind the door with his eyes locked on the other man.
"I'm here for the newest package." respnded the first man in a tone showing as less interest as possible.
"Do you have your ID?!"
"Do I need an ID?"
"Yes" said the doorman and showed a gun through the window.
"What happens if I don't have an ID?" asked the first man with a tone colder than an ice cube.
The doorman loaded the gun.
"I don't think you want to do that.... You know I've worked here for a long time and I know a lot of your conections and they know me. What do you think would happen if you killed me?" said the first man still in a cold tone showing no sign of fear.
"I don't care. If you don't have an ID you're done. You know the rules and I'm prety sure my conections know them too."
The first man was prepared. He did know the rules. He was there when they were being written down.
"Fine" he said and pulled out his gun immedietlly fiering. The doorman was also prepared and also fired his gun.
Now there are two dead bodies in that aleyway. So close but separated by a steel door. They were once friends... once.
There's also a package behind that steel door. It doesn't contain anything seemingly valueble. Just a bunch of letters and photos signed by kings, queens and presidents with a little too explicit poses and words.